Rebirth 07: Start adding points from elementary school students

Chapter 19: The coach is worth two

As the Olympic Games will be held next year, the whole country began to be enthusiastic about sports in 07, and even in small places like Lincheng, many new sports venues were built.

As a result, various training courses have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, especially badminton.

Lincheng City ranks among the top three in Linjiang Province in terms of badminton level and badminton atmosphere, but it also shows that it is difficult to make a name for yourself by playing badminton here.

Many young athletes with good skills become coaches because they have no chance to prove themselves.

Once there are more coaches, things will get complicated again.

That’s how I got eighty-one private lessons—and I can teach two people.

Li Yan always felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart. He remembered that the badminton training fees in New Taipei City were very exaggerated before his rebirth, but he couldn't remember how exaggerated they were - anyway, the current price-performance ratio definitely made him secretly happy.

The coach's surname is Ding. He is only 20 years old. His skills are not particularly outstanding, with his best result being third place in the Lincheng city-level competition. However, he is more than capable of teaching these two kids.

At least that’s what he thought, and it was indeed easy and carefree at the beginning, but later…

Knowing that Lin Zhiyuan and Li Yan had both received basic training, Coach Ding nodded with satisfaction - finally he didn't have to teach them such basic things.

Hearing that one had studied for a year and the other had studied for a month, he frowned again:

"You two are so far apart in progress, how can I teach you?"

"You mainly teach him, and I will learn from you." Li Yan said.

"Can you learn this?"

"After all, he is the one who provides the money and is the main force."

"Ah?" Lin Zhiyuan suddenly shouted, "Wow, you all have to show off here, who lost just now?"

Teacher Ding looked at the two children with interest, raised his racket and swung, "Come over, each of you play seven balls with me."

Twenty years old, tall, long arms, well-defined muscles, third place in the city competition, a member of the city's second team... Although he has retired, this is still a role that Lin and Li can never match.

The fat boy went on stage with full confidence and left with dull eyes.

Seven to zero, it was a clean and decisive victory. Coach Ding couldn't even smash the ball. He just stood on the court like he was taking a walk, making Lin Zhiyuan have to look at the ball and sigh.

Li Yan, who was watching the game, was not as dumbfounded as the children in the next field, but frowned:

Although Ding Jiao has prominent muscle lines, he is only 20 years old and very thin. He doesn't seem to swing the racket very fast, but the speed of the ball he hits completely suppresses Lin Zhiyuan who is gritting his teeth on the other side.

This is definitely not just a difference in physical strength.

Coach Ding's steps looked slow, but they were not at all unnecessary. He retreated from the front court to the back court in two or three steps. His steps were firm and decisive, and his positioning was very accurate.

The best result was third in the city? With such precise and capable footwork and such a thorough power, he was only third in the city?
Li Yan was so nervous that he was very curious about how much this teacher Ding would score in badminton according to the standards of his system.

He couldn't imagine at once what scores the provincial team, the national team, or even those top badminton players standing at the top of the world, such as a certain macho man named Lin, would get.

Can you do it yourself?
Logic: Coach Ding's ball speed suppresses Lin Zhiyuan. Each of Lin's return balls is passive. There is a level difference between the two, so Coach Ding can use smooth footwork and easy force.

That’s right. When Li Yan played with a friend who didn’t know how to use force correctly, he also performed all kinds of fake moves at will and walked around the court in a relaxed and happy manner.

Badminton is a sport with strict hierarchy. When two players with a difference in strength go toe to toe, it will look like one of them cannot play at all.

"Isn't this the same as the boss of the game? Or is it the elite monster you encounter at the end of a level when you break through the levels?"

Li Yan muttered to herself as she stood opposite Teacher Ding.

Then came an extremely embarrassing ball. He barely returned the ball in the backcourt and could only watch his coach strolling in front of the net waiting for the ball to fly to him, and then he lightly flicked the ball to get the first point.

Li Yan couldn't stay so passive all the time. He knew that he couldn't catch up with Coach Ding in speed, so he pushed the ball back with more force every time. This surprised the coach a little, and for a while he even hit multiple shots.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not make up for the huge gap. Li Yan was defeated 0:7.

"Oh, it's a pity there was a ball in the middle. I thought you could beat him in one. It's okay, we will beat him next time." The little fat man actually took the initiative to comfort him.

"You really want me to win?"

"Nonsense, what else?"

"If I win, doesn't that prove that I'm better than you?"

"If you want to prove who is better, let's fight each other. The coach beat me up, you have to take revenge, we share the same hatred!"

"We share the same hatred for the enemy. We didn't study Chinese well enough." "Okay, okay, okay."

The two classmates sat back in their chairs and waited for the coach's comments.

However, Li Yan secretly glanced at Lin Zhiyuan and said to herself inwardly: I am petty-minded. Since I grew up, all I have heard is "I am afraid that my brothers will suffer, and I am also afraid that my brothers will drive a Land Rover." It seems that this kind of thinking has become human nature.

It’s been a long time since I experienced this kind of... pleasure of "sharing a common hatred for a common enemy".

When facing students with a basic knowledge, the coach naturally starts with "correction", and then explains the core logic of force generation - the force generation system is whip-like force, and the force comes from the drive of the whole body.

Lin Zhiyuan stood there imitating the movements and yawned.

This kind of theoretical teaching seems useful, but in fact, understanding and practical operation are two completely different things. "Correction" is not a one-day job. The incorrect habits accumulated over a year must have their reasons, and they cannot be corrected casually.

Then he heard the sound of wind breaking, vibrating his eardrums.

"Right, right, right!" Teacher Ding's face was filled with satisfaction. "That's it. The sound of the swing is much more powerful. Keep this feeling."

Lin Zhiyuan watched Li Yan easily throw out another short and explosive sound of breaking wind.

You can't play it like this, right, Mr. Li, the genius?
For the entire evening, the fat boy tried hard to make a wind-breaking sound with the same explosive power and control as Li Yan. Finally, he collapsed to the ground amid the coach's closing words: "That's good enough, you've made progress. Keep working hard in the next class."

"Get up, we have the second match." Li Yan repeatedly practiced his fourth event of the night - Malay step.

This is a footwork that increases the speed of retreat and is used for attacking overhead areas.

Just this one sentence. Don’t you understand anything after reading it?
It's normal not to understand. If this sentence has any effect after you say it, then it's weird.

Lin Zhiyuan was shocked. Li Yan clapped his hands in sudden enlightenment after hearing this, and watched the coach's demonstration again, and then copied it with shining eyes, and excitedly discussed with the coach the timing of using the horse step.

So this time when standing opposite Li Yan, Lin Zhiyuan's pride was already crumbling and his self-confidence had weakened a lot.

Although Li Yan's horse step was still a little awkward, and his full strength could not guarantee stability, and the reappearance of his physical extreme also made him exhausted, but -

The 32 points in badminton are not improved in vain!

Following a desperate passive half-high ball, Lin Zhiyuan looked at the net far away in the sky, and at Li Yan who was standing in front of the net ready to receive the ball, and closed his eyes.

15:11, 15:10.

It cannot be said to be a crushing defeat, but we certainly didn't win.

Xiaopang's confidence collapsed, "Who said that arrogant soldiers will be defeated and helpless soldiers will win?"

Li Yan walked over with a smile and pulled up Lin Zhiyuan who was squatting on the ground: "There are still fifteen minutes left. If there is anything you don't understand in class, I will tell you my understanding again."

Xiaopang's eyes suddenly lit up.

When the two students left the stadium, they were already arm in arm and laughing. Lin Zhiyuan didn't take the loss seriously at all. He was always planning to defeat Coach Ding. They soon talked about how they could replace the two kings who currently dominate the badminton world and become the new generation of Lin and Li.

Li Yan agreed and walked slowly along the tree-lined avenue.

How peaceful it is at this moment, summer, sun, shade, cicadas chirping, and a young friend with endless imagination by my side. The two of us have just sweated on the court and are slowly walking on the way home. It is a good time that I would like to relive over and over again.

If there is a white moonlight in my heart at this time, with the kind of unique feeling that belongs to youth, not even immaturity, not love or ambiguity, but just a childish, hazy affection...

She was standing in a dessert shop, her hair sticking to her cheeks, fanning herself gently with a small fan, her brows slightly furrowed, eagerly waiting for the cool dessert.

And he and she just passed by each other and met.

Thinking of this, Li Yan showed a smile that was not in line with his age. He was still immersed in it when he was suddenly interrupted by Lin Zhiyuan:

"Hey, isn't that Wu Jin? She's buying some sugar water."

WTF? Really?

That's not right, Wu Jin? No, no, no, it's not her. It can't be her.

The cold water poured directly onto Li Yan's head, causing him to get goose bumps in the middle of summer and making him as clear-headed as possible.

Some very unpleasant memories exploded in my mind like bombs.

　Happy New Year, and thank you to all the book friends who have read this far for their support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)